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Were someone brave enough to take off Max's muzzle-mask they would have immediately noticed the intense expression of one very pissed off dragon.

What they would not have seen was his deep worry which had grown over the last few hours from worry to something that approached outright fear. Equipped with street smarts honed by growing up in areas where cops were only occasionally seen and rarely trusted, the biker knew danger when he saw it. He just usually didn't let it blindside him quite this bad.

He and the other orange jumpsuited were made to wait in a long line after being escorted by taser-wielding security off the bus. Mercifully, one of the men had decided he didn't like the idea of the biker walking around blinded by another guard's jizz, and so had hurriedly wiped down his face before ordering Max to move along with the rest of the prisoners. Soon after, the mechanic stood in place with his arms shackled back around his large vestigial wings. Keeping his eyes open, he took in his surroundings:

Big enclosed area with plenty of room to house the truck they'd just disembarked. No natural light. Doors appeared reinforced, locked, and mostly tamper proof. Not much activity at the moment. Some people wearing gym-trainer style uniforms, complete with sneakers (for the non-hoofed). Other people in security uniforms, holding stun-batons or worse. Max counted no less than three fully automatic weapons in plain view. Glumly he noticed that each gun appeared to be ultra-modern, featuring fingerprint scanners that, as he understood it, only allowed authorized users to discharge the weapon. Theoretically it was still possible to re-tool the weapons and remove the scanner, but Max had no idea how to go about doing that.

All things considered, the dragon wasn't quite ready to roll the dice on an escape attempt. The kidnapped mechanic got the sense that these people weren't playing around. This wasn't a game and no one here was laughing. Least of all him.

Just then, Max's mental analysis was interrupted as the person behind him caught his attention... by reaching around his waist and cupping his crotch through his orange pants. Looking down, the biker wasn't in the least surprised by what he saw. A kangaroo's paw. Cheeky little shit.

Resisting the urge to turn around and headbutt the guy into a concussed unconscious state, the dragon took a deep breath and decided to wait and exercise patience. He didn't need to wait long because his fellow prisoner was more than ready to strike up a conversation.

A hushed voice that sounded slick and confident piped up from directly behind him, saying, "Hey there, big guy. See they left you shackled and muzzled, eh? Don't blame 'em... huge dragon like you'd put the fear of god into just about anyone, no matter how many muscles they happened to be packing. But hey, you're brand new here, aren't you? I bet you have no idea what's evening happening. Com'on... give Corbin a nod if that's true."

Max didn't trust this particular kangaroo even a quarter as far as he could throw him, but right now he needed information. And if his hunched played out like he hoped, this guy might be able to clue him in. Besides, he could always break the bastard's arm later for cupping his balls and for getting off on watching the guard work him over on the bus, if it came to that.

The dragon nodded up and down slowly, not wanting to attract the attention of any of the personal going about their tasks as two dozen or so prisoners waited in line. After all, his last 'exchange' with a guard didn't go so well.

From the pleasure in the young lad's voice, Max could tell the boy was happy they were getting along so well as he continued on and said, "See, I knew it. You're shiney new... lot's of fire in ya. Not like these other guys. They've all had the spirit beaten out of them and are all boring as fuck. But you're different, aren't ya? You sure feel different..."

Corbin took that moment to press his luck a little further, silently unzipping the dragon's pants and slipping a hand inside, which then immediately set to palming the biker's nuts and gently thumbing his genital slit. Struggling to keep his cool and not put the kid into whatever serves as the hospital around these parts, Max opted instead just to subtly growl behind his muzzle. Pathetically, this got translated into a bit of a gargling sound by the mask.

The kangaroo didn't seem worried about the noise in the slightest.

Still keeping his voice low, Corbin crooned, "Yeah, yeah... I get it. You're a tough guy. Honestly, I'd be surprised if you weren't, with balls this meaty. Look, we don't have much time here, so let me cut to the chase. You want information, right? Well, I got it, in spades. I've been here four months and am willing to sing like a canary, just for you, hot stuff. But you got to do a little favor for me, yeah? That's only fair. So, what do you think? Nod again if you're for it. Now that you're a prisoner in crazy land, what do you got to lose, right?"

As if negotiating while gagged wasn't already problematic enough, the entire time the other prisoner had been talking he'd also been playing with the dragon's genitals, and Max was beginning to feel the affects. Unlucky for him, since he and his girl had been arguing pretty much non-stop for the last three days, he hadn't gotten off since the end of last week. The biker didn't realize how pent up he was until the tan fur-covered kangaroo starting using his hand and fingers to work him over.

Even a one hundred percent hetero hunk like Max couldn't keep himself from getting hard from such unabashed ministrations on his sensitive bits. As red inch after red inch slipped out from his slit, the dragon found that his pre-slick cock was immediately pinched and toyed with by the arm that had surreptitiously reached around his waist.

Sensing his silent partner's hesitance, the kangaroo who couldn't have been a day older than twenty years of age said, "No need to decide now, big guy. I'll pull some strings and have you placed as my roommate. We can hash out the details then. For now, just... close your eyes and imagine what good friends we could be if you and I landed on the same page. With the escape attempt, they'll probably keep us standing here for another ten or twenty minutes while they make sure they didn't miss anything. You just stand there and keep quiet and let Corbin help ya pass the time. No no, don't move, pal. I promise, you don't want them to pull you out of line. Last guy who did that lost a couple teeth."

Having been brought to a massive raging erection, there wasn't much Max could do to put an end to the presumptuous kangaroo's game, unless he wanted a second run in with the horse guard. Unwilling to chance it, the biker had little choice but to allow the lad access to every inch of his now leaking phallus, which the boy exploited gleefully.

Due to the concrete wall to their left, other prisoners pressed in on either side of them, and the on-site personnel still dealing with the aftermath of the escape attempt, Corbin was able to enjoy himself, unhindered by the distracted guards and Trainers.

Staying silent and being sure to keep the visible right arm at his side, the kangaroo used his left hand to do whatever sexual act happened to cross his mind at the time. He hefted the annoyed (and now very horny) dragon's ball sack up and then away from his body until the connective tissue refused to stretch any further. He pinched and prodded the full surface of the rigid pole, being sure to give it a full stroke from time to time to force still more clear fluid out of it's mostly blunt tip. Corbin paid special attention the the shapely cock head, tweaking it with his thumb and teasing its piss slit, getting his fingers drenched in pre-cum in the process.

After about ten minutes of this, the kangaroo put those pre-soaked fingers to use. As Corbin hand danced about the base of his length, Max was experience several conflicting emotions. A dominant part of him was still looking forward to taking out some frustration regarding his recent misfortune on the furry molester -- which would only be made easier should the unsuspecting idiot actually manage to get them a room together. But another part of him, small but growing fast, was secretly enjoying the little homo's handjob.

The biker figured that he hadn't asked for it, nor granted permission. Also, he for sure wasn't reciprocating in anyway. In other words, the only one being gay here was the faggot 'roo. Max was just getting a handjob from a guy who, entirely coincidentally, was about to accidentally fall down a flight of stairs in the near future.

'And besides... this isn't so bad,' Max figured. 'Hell, this is actually--'

Corbin chose that moment to slip a lubed finger down alongside the base of the dragon's rock-hard shaft and past the lip of the mechanic's genital slit. For the very first time in Max's life, he found himself being penetrated. And by another male, no less.

Back stiffening like an iron rod had been shoved down through his spine, the biker was so caught off guard that for a few long seconds he had no idea how to react. Corbin, being the youthful, adventurous go-getter he was, took that opportunity to see how far he could get the finger down into his fellow prisoner's sheathe. Never having scored with a dragon before, the tan kangaroo loved the novelty of what he had found using only his sense of touch.

Max decided enough was enough. He was going to put a stop to this. In fact, he decided, he was going to use the kangaroo was a warning to both the other prisoners as well as the guards.

By the time he was done with the boy, the message would be clear to everyone who heard the story: "Don't. Fuck. With. Me."

But just as he was positioning his feet to turn around and face the unlucky kangaroo, one of the guards, a wolf, called out from the very loud megaphone he was holding and shouted, "Okay, cunts and sluts. Get ready to walk forward! Just fair warning, we have absolutely no patience left for you bitches. Anyone who gets out of line will be automatically scheduled for a two hour session in the Re-education Room. Got it?"

Still facing forward, Max saw the red panda in front of him visibly shudder at the wolf's words.

Even now, with a finger deep inside the dragon's sheath, Corbin cheerily volunteered, "You wanted information, right? Well, here's a free golden nugget. Never do anything so out of bounds that they send you to the Re-education Room. I don't care how tough you are. You won't be the same guy coming out as you were going in. Trust me... I've seen some of the guys who got sent there. Wasn't pretty."

Only when the line finally started slowly shuffling forward did he finally take his hand out of Max's pants. Zipping them back up at the last possible second, the pair made their way forward along with everyone else towards a seemingly very secure door on the other side of the room.

As he walked, the biker felt a presence just to his right. Looking over as he walked, Max saw the uniformed horse guard smiling broadly at him.

"I see someone cleaned up most of my mess, aye? Shame, it looked good on you. Don't worry. I'll be stopping by your room sometimes tomorrow to give you a fresh coat. Oh... and nice chubby, biker-slut. I think you'll fit in just fine here if just this vanilla bondage turns you on so much. Have a good first day, slave. "

Equally embarrassed and angry, Max couldn't help but place the blame on the kangaroo walking behind him for how poorly this encounter was going. Now the biker was actively hoping that the lad who called himself Corbin made good on arranging the room situation.

With that, the horse winked at him and was about to jog further up the line and away from the fuming, bound mechanic, when the kangaroo called out to him, "Officer Scott? If you have some time, I'd like to speak with you privately, again."

Raising an eyebrow, the uniformed man said, "Oh? And what is it regarding, sweet cheeks."

Knowing better than to refuse the free-man's orders, the kangaroo offered, "Since my last roommate got sold, I've been on my own. I was hoping I could... convince you to put the new dragon here with me. He seems like a cutie."

Scratching his chin as if in deep consideration, the horse made a few humming noises and then answered back, "I suppose I could be... convinced, roo-boy. Why don't you step out of line and we'll discuss it further in my office. That is, if you're really willing to pay the same price you did last time for one of my favors?"

Max had no idea what the guard was referring to, but it was clear from Corbin's sudden silence that he did.

Coping a bit of an attitude with the prisoner, the horse curtly stated, "Well, roo? We're almost to the door. What's it going to be? Do you want the dragon as your new roommate or not? Or maybe your cheeks haven't yet recovered from the last time you volunteered to bend over my lap?"

With that, the biker realized what kind of person the kangaroo was. The kind of guy would let one of his kidnappers get his sexual kicks by offering up his ass for paddling in return for favors. And Max was also confident that the boy had done a lot more than to get into the guards' good-graces over the last few months.

'What a complete whore,' the black dragon mentally chided.

"Yes, sir, I have, sir. Thank you for asking. I'd love for you to discipline me again, sir. You know how much I enjoy your attention, sir."

Grinning once more, the man called Scott responded, "Very good, roo-bitch. Come with me and get ready to be put in your place, slave. I hope your new roommate ends up being worth it, because I've got a lot of stress I'm going to enjoy taking out on your ass today."

Hopping out of line to follow the guard, Corbin said, "Sir, yes sir. I'm right behind you, sir."

As the officer and prisoner pair made their way through a less severe looking side door, Max found himself confused. Just what, exactly, was the boy's game? Judging by how hard the guard had slapped him around on the bus with just his cock, the biker would bet good money on the fact that the lad would be in tears by the time his time alone with the man was through. And crazier still, the kangaroo had volunteered for the treatment, even knowing what it would cost him.

Max made a mental note to press the kid about it later, because at the moment it made zero sense to him. And probably best to ask his questions before he beat the lad so bad they had to wire the kangaroo's jaw shut to heal.

Finally, it was the mechanic's turn to enter through the door. As he did, the wolf from earlier snapped a metallic collar around his the dragon's thick neck, telling him, "Welcome to Eden, slave. This is where we'll restore your innocence."

Instinctively, he shot the officer a look of death. Which, perhaps predictably, resulted in him being shocked via the collar he'd just been given. The pain was excruciating, but he managed to fight through it and stay on his feet.

"A tough one, aren't ya? Well... don't worry. We'll find that small, innocent, scared kid in you sooner or later. Now, follow me to your Trainer. He'll walk you through the beginner's orientation."

Behind his muzzle, Max coughed and then sighed. This was going from bad to worse and he still didn't have a plan.

The only silver lining so far was that the pain from the shock had taken care of his hard-on, which was quickly retreating back into his genital slit. The biker found himself bitterly regretting running out on his girl as he followed behind the now whistling wolf.

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Staring blankly at the large hippo on the other side of the even larger wooden desk, Max couldn't help but consider to himself, 'And to think, I could be bending my fox over the back of the sofa right now. Just exactly which vengeful deity did I piss off, anyway?'

No longer muzzled, but instead shackled to a sturdy looking chair that was bolted to the floor, the mechanic was addressed by the Trainer.

Smilingly pleasantly, the hippo greeted the seated and secured dragon with, "Hello, Max. My name is Bert. I'd like for you and me to be friends. Is that okay with you, Max?"

Unable to stop himself, the biker spit on the ground and said, "Go fuck yourself, fatty. If you can even find your tiny dick, that is."

Still smiling just as before, as if entirely unfazed by the prisoner's crude language, the Trainer replied back, "I'm sorry to hear that, Max. I find that things work out so much smoother when me and my charge get along. But if you'd prefer to take the hard road, that's just fine with me. Oh... and I think you'll find that my dick isn't quite so tiny as you might wish. But, moving on! What brings you to Eden?"

Resisting the urge to spit once more, Max also decided against clamming up entirely. He figured that the longer he kept 'Trainer Bert' talking, the more pieces of the puzzle he'd be able to put together.

Trying and failing to rein his temper in, the prisoner practically yelled out, "As if you don't already know, you tub of cooking grease. How about this, why don't you tell me what it is you want from me?"

"My, my, quite the mouth you have on you. I'll be sure to show you some much better uses for that mouth of yours, later. As for what we want, well, if I had to explain this place in just a single sentence, I'd tell you that this is where we are going to uncover the real you. Isn't that wonderful?"

Rolling his eyes in incredulity, Max said back, "Yeah, and hippos can fly. Sorry to tell ya, but one of the guards already spilled the beans. Slaves, right? That horse mentioned some of the things you Trainers get up to. So your little mind games won't work on me, chump."

Looking just the slightest bit annoyed for the first time, Bert the Trainer pondered that for a moment or two, then said, "Well, that's a real shame, isn't it. The guards should really leave the debriefing and orientation to us Trainers. They've spoiled what could have otherwise been an enlightening conversation between you and I. Hmmm. What to do... Well... I can see that you and I aren't going to really get anywhere through verbal communication, are we? Let's move right along to your first session, then."

Standing up out of his chair, the very big and somewhat ponderous hippopotamus reached into his desk, pulled something out of the top drawer, and lobbed it gently to the dragon where it landed in his lap. It was a massive purple rubber dildo.

Laughing despite himself, Max chuckled then said, "You have no idea who you're dealing with if you think I'm going to do anything with that dildo. As far as I'm concerned, you can go fuck yourself with it."

Once more flashing his pleased, confident smile, the hippo shook his head and answered, "You misunderstand me. I'm only showing you this to clear up the confusion you expressed earlier. We won't be using it, today."

"Confused? Sure, whatever you say, dude." The mechanic made the effort to try and come off as dismissive and belittling as he could when he spoke.

Nodding now, the Trainer reached down to the front of his pants, slowly began unzipping them, and said, "Yes, don't you remember? You called my dick tiny. Well, there's the proof to the contrary. That's a cast mold of my unit... an exact replica, as it were. I just thought I'd show you the dildo first, since you're going to have a hard time seeing it when it goes down your throat in a few seconds. Maybe next time you'll think twice before being so mouthy, hmm?"

All of a sudden feeling much more unsure of himself and more than a little worried, the dragon watched with wide-eyes as the hippo pulled his hugely thick, but still entirely soft cock out of his pants. Trying to regain control of the situation, Max yelled, "If you think you're going to get that anywhere near my mouth without me biting off tha--oaaghhh! Oooahaa!?"

In what was one of the oddest sensations he'd felt in his entire life, the biker felt his lower jaw suddenly become numb and limp. It hung in the air down away from the top of his muzzle like a puppet with its strings cut, making it impossible to talk. If he was worried before, now he was downright ready to head into 'alarmed' territory.

Making his way over to the prisoner who was desperately fighting the chair's bonds, the Trainer swayed his limp shaft back and forth like the metronome of an old grandfather clock and drawled out in his typical friendly manner, "Those new collars are something else, aren't they? It just zapped a few key nerve pathways to your lower jaw. Don't worry, though... it won't cause any permanent harm. It doesn't even last but a couple minutes, truth be told. Just long enough to get a sucker's muzzle on ya. I grabbed one for a big dragon like you on my way in, in case we ended up needing it. Always good to plan ahead, you know?"

Sure enough, in his other hand Bert held what appeared to be some kind of custom designed ring gag, complete with a two rubberized sections meant to cover all of the dragon's teeth. As the hippo fitted the resisting mechanic's head with the device, Max kept uttering loud noises as he thought to himself, 'No! No!! This can't really be happening, right? This is just a power play, yeah? Something he does to get the upper hand. He'll have to stop before things get too far, won't he?!'

But then the biker remembered how the horse had treated him on the truck and what the man had said to him about how his session with the Trainer would go. With a sick sensation that felt like a pit in the bottom of his stomach, Max understood all too well how this was going to shake out. And that there was nothing he could do about it.

The sucker's muzzle now fully strapped on, Trainer Bert kept on stroking himself while talking to his charge.

"You know, it's a bit funny. Right now, you probably view this as some sort of punishment. But in a few months, if I've done my job right, you'll only think of this as a reward. That's right... a free-person's erect meat will be a sign of his approval. Just as the cum you'll gratefully slurp down will be the sign of a job well done. Don't believe me? You will. But for now, say 'Aaahhhh'."

With the sucker's muzzle locking his head in a front and forward position, Max could only watch in shock and disbelief as the hippo ever so slowly began thrusting his hips forward. While the man's pole wasn't exactly as big as the horse's had been, somehow knowing where it was heading made it seem as if it were three times as large. To the biker, it seemed indescribably colossal... and it was headed straight for his mouth, very deliberately and at crawling pace.

After what had to have been the longest thirty seconds of his life, the Trainer's bulky, fleshy meat made contact with his tongue. His mouth filling with the taste of salty pre-cum for the first time in his life, the orange suited mechanic put every ounce of his strength into breaking out of the chair. Anti-climatically, the chair didn't even groan as the hippo pressed the first inch in... then the second... then the third.

"See? Not so tiny, is it. Now, be a good boy and gag on it for me."

Jerking his hips forward, Trainer Bert crammed a good three-fourths of his length in, feeling immense satisfaction when the tough biker instantly starting choking in response.

Pulling back out a few inches, the hippo gave Max a few seconds to recover, leaving his fat, saliva coated pole resting on the dragon's tongue.

"Listen carefully to me, boy. You have a choice before you. You can voluntarily work your tongue over the surface of my 'tiny' dick, or you can sit there like a petulant brat and cry as I batter my way into the back of your throat. So, what will it be, Max? Will you use your tongue for what it's meant for: giving sexual pleasure to a free-person? Or will you hold onto your pointless pride and suffer needlessly?"

The biker hated that he was actually seriously considering the asshole's offer. Even that singular rude thrust had left him in a bad state, and Max wasn't sure he could face a whole uninterrupted session of it. But he also knew that the moment he rolled over for these people, that was it. He'd never be able to put the genie back in the bottle. He had to fight, no matter the consequences!

Clucking his tongue in mock impatience, Bert commented, "Hmm, I don't feel your tongue trying to entice me to deposit a thick load a free-man cum into your mouth, slave. You must like it rough, yes? Don't worry, we'll always be able to oblige you in that here at Eden, Max. I hope you don't end up regretting that decision, dragon, because here I come."

As the mechanic attempted to groan out his misery, his throat was ungraciously filled with the first cock to have ever penetrated him, cutting off his cry mid utterance. Again and again the hippo pulled his warm flesh, only to ram it in again each time. Part of Max's brain couldn't help but notice how hot the Trainer's cock felt, as it glided over his tongue and battered its way down his throat. It felt... alive to the prisoner, as it throbbed in time with the man's pulse.

The entire time he continued to lewdly talk down to his charge.

"This may well be the first cock you've served now that you've fallen into our care, but as you use your mouth and throat to please me, I want you to consider all the future cocks to come. Not only will every Trainer and guard have free access to your muzzle at all times of the day, but in all likelihood many of the other slaves here will also be permitted to breed with your lips and inseminate your throat. Not only will you know to give up your mouth to pleasure all types and sizes of poles, soon you will learn to beg for the right to suckle on another man's meat."

The combination of both the Trainer's words assailing his ears as well as his cock assaulting his mouth chipped away at his certainty that he'd find a way to get out of this place in the near future. The hippopotamus' prick relentlessly squirted pre-seed over the newly enslaved man's taste buds as the unbidden mental image of the bull prisoner from the truck leapt to the forefront of his mind.

That bull had been tough, just like Max was. A real heavyweight. And yet he'd been powerless to stop the guards as they attached the compression-plates to his low-hangers. He'd had no choice but to watch as the merciless brutes nearly squashed his cum-stuffed balls into useless, misshapen lumps. And even knowing what they'd do to him if they caught him in an escape attempt, the bull had still tried the near hopeless tactic of darting off into the wilderness, cuffed, muzzled, and miles away from anyone who could help him. That's how scared the bull was of these people.

If the bull with a build almost as powerful of his own couldn't save himself, what chance did he have?

'No! I refuse to let them get in my head. That's how they beat you! By convincing you that you already lost. Do your worst, fuckers. I'm not throwing in the towel yet. Not by a longshot!'

But even as the biker gathered his courage and determination, he couldn't ignore that the hippo Trainer was still using his mouth like a fleshlight, pounding his wet slab of dick into Max's soft palate, enjoying the prisoner's muzzle even as he worked himself up to ball-churning orgasm.

Making things even harder on Max, the man refused to shut up.

Doing his best to make this blowjob as hard on the mechanic as he could, the Trainer tried to hold back from climaxing as long as he could as he said, "And then, one day when you're fully trained and obedient, we'll find you a Master. This man will the one who determines everything about you. How you behave. How you look. What surgeries should be performed on you. How you'll fuck or be fucked. When, or even if, you'll get to shoot a load of slave cum out of that pathetic cock of yours. And the best part is, no matter what he does to you, you will get down on your knees and thank him for it with all your heart. Then you'll take his cock into your mouth, smile around it as best you can and pleasure him until he commands you to stop. This will be your life, I promise you."

The biker refused to despair again, no matter what disgusting things the man said. He'd suck this man's cock, because he had no choice. He'd even swallow this man's cum, because he had no choice. But wouldn't give up. Because that decision lay entirely on him.

Max kept repeating this over and over in his head, even as the hippo's length spewed thick streams of jizz, filling his mouth and forcing him to accept and taste another man's seed for the first time.

As the Trainer kept on thrusting, using the bulbous end of his cock head to force freshly squirted seed down the biker's throat, Max feared this wouldn't be the last time.